Posted by: Robin Koontz | September 10, 2017

Sock-sock-shoe-shoe? or sock-shoe-sock-shoe?

I had this discussion recently with a Millennial, who felt that the first option was the only answer that made any sense whatsoever, and, he didn’t want to hear any discussion about the alternative. The discussion recalled a hilarious scene in one of the best sitcoms ever made, All in the Family, which aired in the early 1970s:

For those who don’t know, Archie Bunker was very set in his pretty rigid conservative ways and thought anyone who disagreed with him was a knucklehead. But his liberal daughter and her radical husband (who Archie called Meathead) often showed him the other side of things.

Many of the issues raised in this 30-minute groundbreaking show – such as race, homosexuality and war – reached a wide and diverse audience via humor, and I do think opened a lot of minds. We eventually learned that Archie was a kind, big-hearted man who was brought up a certain way, was taught to believe certain things, but wasn’t completely closed to alternative ways of looking at the world. Even in this ridiculous sock-shoe discussion, Meathead finally concedes that Archie has a point while Archie seems to bend a bit as well.

So anyway, as a former sock-sock-shoe-shoe, I’m now a sock-shoe-sock-shoe. For me, there were too many good reasons to just deal with one freaking foot at a time. For instance, when drying off feet after hanging out in a creek, what would someone do with a foot in a sock while they put the other foot in a sock? Never mind, Archie and Meathead already explained it all.


By the way, my newest picture book, BUG!, is about a little girl who can’t figure out math concepts. Like most kids in school, Bug is being taught math in a certain way, and all the kids are expected to understand it. But poor Bug just doesn’t get it. Happily, she stumbles upon a unique way she could use to finally understand math! Her method of learning math leads to the correct answer, so who cares? She got her socks and shoes on, and that’s all that matters.

BUG! is being published by Sterling Children’s Books, will be illustrated by Amy Proud, and is scheduled for Spring 2019.


Posted by: Robin Koontz | April 27, 2017

Nevertheless, she persisted.

Those are the infamous words spoken by the Majority Leader of the Senate recently as his reason to silence Senator Elizabeth Warren for things he didn’t wish to hear. His invocation of a seldom-used rule backfired and gave a whole lot of us a new battle cry. It goes along with my long-standing mantra: endeavor to persevere. I got the t-shirt.


Then I thought about my own persistence when I ran across two report cards from long ago.


2ndGradeReport-2This glowing report is from my second grade teacher. I clearly remember a lively classroom, full of activity and fun.


FourthGradeReport2This is my fourth grade report. I recall a lot of yelling to sit down and shush.

If you look at the comments from each teacher about the same child within a two-year span, you might get a feel for the classroom environment:

#1 “reads orally with expression and ease…volunteers in all phases of our program…uses art media and words to show her lively imagination…actively participates and contributes to our science and social studies program.”

#2 “work is always completed on time…sometimes she is careless about spelling…and handwriting…the letters are not each formed carefully. We need more practice with this.”

Elementary school is often the first time little girls get a chance to overcome obstacles in the real world. I remember my attitude at the time, which isn’t that different today, many decades later: independent, headstrong, curious, mischievous, and always getting into trouble for talking in class (now I just interrupt Marvin). It was impossible to sit and listen to a lecture when the teacher said something that was exciting and interesting! I wanted to comment, or nudge a friend, or ask a question. I persisted in doing that with mixed results. The 2nd grade teacher seemed to allow the behavior; the 4th grade teacher did not.

So, 4th grade was a warning that if I persisted in my unacceptable behavior, I would get into trouble in the future. Just shush and listen. Let us shove information at you and don’t ask questions, just answer when asked. And make sure you shape your letters correctly.

Nevertheless, I persisted in my trouble-making ways and muddled through public school. But I eventually lost interest in everything except for art. Did the child only find freedom to persist in art class and nowhere else?

This is one big reason that I am so happy to be asked to write exciting and interesting books for kids that encourage critical thinking and discussion. These books pose questions that allow the reader to think about their own experiences and how they relate to the subject. Kids are even invited to question the author (or the teacher) and make suggestions for better ways to approach problems. How cool is that?

Here’s a clip from “Poop is Power,” one of my books with Rourke Educational Publishing:

pooppower© 2016 Rourke Educational Media

These kinds of hands-on, welcoming books allow a child to be curious and talk freely about their ideas. They are invited to contribute to their own education, and overall get a chance to learn how to persist in the real world in spite of the obstacles. I think that’s a good thing and am delighted to be part of it.

Posted by: Robin Koontz | April 11, 2017

Judging a Cover by its Book?

A few years ago, a friend, who was about to self-publish a nonfiction book, asked for my opinion of the title and cover design since I was a published author. I commented that it was lovely, but I knew nothing about the book by its cover. The title seemed odd to me, the font almost unreadable, and the image was kind of hard to decipher based on the title. The displeased response was, basically, “You have to read the book to understand the title and cover.”

When Marvin and I decided to self-publish a book about building our suspension bridge, we came up with a very long and revealing title: Building a Small Cable Suspension Bridge with the Cable Locking System. It’s a little cumbersome, but had we not also been marketing Marvin’s patented cable locking system, the title would have been shorter, but it would still be pretty obvious that the book was about building a small cable suspension bridge. We used key words that exactly described what the book was about. Sales have been beyond our expectations and even paid for the patent, although nobody has bought it, alas. We’re working on our next DIY book. Stay tuned.


So, back to our friend. I thought about my not very helpful critique, and realized that maybe a mysterious title and design might just draw in a reader. And to the author’s credit, he wound up describing the content on the back cover, which would be jacket copy in a hardcover book. I definitely would have bought the book based on the back cover description if the subject interested me.

The problem remains that many readers shop online, i.e. Amazon, and they browse book covers, quickly. Actually they don’t even browse, they scroll, and the book covers are postage stamp size. The book that makes them stop and learn more needs to have both a title and cover design that grabs them and tells them something about the book before they move on to the online description (which by the way, the author of a self published book also determines). Be it mysterious, obvious, or shocking, as Frannie Jackson writes in her Paste article about book covers, “The simple reality is that a striking design can influence whether we’ll pick up a title or leave it untouched on a shelf.”  That includes the cyber shelf.

You can check out Paste magazine’s best book covers of 2016 here and some nicely designed nonfiction book covers on ‘s site here. There are other terrific designers showing their creations out there, but these are a good start.

If you are self-publishing a book, remember that unless you are a big name author or you are publishing a book about a hot or familiar topic, most people will judge your book by its cover, including reviewers. Did you know that Goodreads does not require someone to read a book to give it a review? I have a letter from them that explains that’s fine with them because they trust their members… So. Given the huge onslaught of self-published titles, potential readers may be doing that decisive quick perusal more than ever. Make them want to stop and read more!

Posted by: Robin Koontz | March 4, 2017

Just another day in rural Oregon


From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome.

I needed postcard stamps, and our local post office had sold out. The mail clerk commented that it was unusual to run out of them. Maybe a lot of people are mailing postcards? Maybe on March 15? Anyway, with tears in my eyes, I drove off into the sunset looking for another place to buy postcard stamps.

The Veneta post office is yuge compared to our little P.O. in Noti, but still pretty cozy. I arrived to find a large family waiting to the side while two family members were talking to the clerk. One spoke Spanish and the other translated. I started visiting with one of the women waiting, who also knew English; just stuff about the weather and the usual waitin’ around babble. The two family members joined them with paperwork and it was my turn. Dang, they were also out of postcard stamps! But, the clerk called for the person who controls the stash, and said my stamps would just be a minute or so.

Meanwhile, a woman about my age came in. She glanced at the family, parked next to me at the counter and slammed down her purse. Then she glared at the family and sneered, then rolled her eyes at me as if I should be as disgusted as she obviously was. She muttered something as well, but thanks to my hearing issues, I didn’t hear what. My stamps were taking a while so I stepped back while the Nasty One got a money order and looked back at us with pure malice as she stormed out. I chatted more with the woman and smiled at the kids, wishing I knew how I could help these people, or how to even ask. I don’t even know what one does at the post office that has to do with being from another country. I did notice one family member showing the clerk her passport.

Finally my stamps were found, and as I paid the clerk, an old guy came roaring in and butted in front of me, yelling, “CAN I ASK YOU PEOPLE A QUESTION?” The clerk said of course, what, and the man said, “HOW COME YOU DON’T FLY THE AMERICAN FLAG HERE ANYMORE? WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?” I glanced back at the family and they seemed to have huddled closer together.

The clerk began to explain that they just hadn’t had time yet this morning to hang it, trying to assure the angry man that it was normally up by now (it was about 9:30 a.m., they open at 9). I didn’t stay to hear his response, I’d heard enough for one day. I said goodbye and good luck to the family, and left.

Rural Oregonians traditionally don’t trust anyone who isn’t white. That’s not news. When Marvin and I first arrived (by wagon train) 40 years ago, I felt the culture shock. We joked that we better get a gun and a pickup truck right away or we’d never fit in even though we were the right color. To this day, I don’t get people who feel so threatened by someone who doesn’t look or talk like they do. But I do get why these folks in our communities are loudly expressing their hatred and disgust more today than this country has seen in more than 50 years.

So now I’m stamping my postcards and sharing them with friends. I only asked my friends to be sure and mail them on March 15. I didn’t suggest what to tell our new president.

But I know what I will tell him.




Posted by: Robin Koontz | January 8, 2017

Leap into Literacy! A Printable Poster

Someone asked about buying a printable copy of this painting I did in 1991, called “Leap into Literacy.” It was a winning entry in a poster contest and also my promo piece back when we mailed things like this to editors and art directors. This is what it looks like. Since WordPress reduces file size, I put the original on Flickr.


I realize there are a few unscrupulous people who will see nothing wrong with taking this printable image, obliterating my tiny little signature, and doing whatever they want with it. And others, in all innocence, will copy and share it minus my little humble credit. That bothers me a lot, and people who know me on Facebook know it’s a personal quest to get people to stop sharing cartoons and other copyrighted art where the owner’s name has been cut off or obliterated. See my blog about that if you like: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

So here you go, a free poster or other something to print out by the not -very-famous but generous author and illustrator Robin Koontz. Share it with your students and kids. Hang it in your bathroom. Make greeting cards and sell them on Etsy (and later be avenged by Karma). But please leave my little tiny signature on it and tell people who love it to maybe go buy my books. Thank you, and Happy New Year!

Posted by: Robin Koontz | December 17, 2016

A Rotting Paradise

We’re a few days from the 2016 winter solstice, and like many around the country, we’ve had some pretty frigid temperatures lately. So we complain about frozen roads, worry about losing power, and moan about water pipes freezing. In the beautiful Northwet, we also whine about endless days and weeks of dreary clouds and rain. Poor us. Meanwhile, imagine living outside in that mess.


Providing a naturescape for wildlife isn’t just for spring and summer when we give them pretty flowers, bird boxes, and water sources. Wildlife is still around the rest of the year, and winters are tough, especially for birds. So I try to provide a winter garden for them along with some supplemental food.

I don’t pull out my tomato plants or flowering annuals at the end of the summer. Instead, I let most everything go to seed and then rot, including all those useless tomatoes that show up too late to ripen. It’s not pretty to most humans, but is appreciated by the ones that matter more to me anyway. The seed eaters enjoy the seeds, and the bug eaters get after whatever little things are chewing away on the rotting remains.


I also plant low-growing perennials that stay lush through the winter. We’re in Zone 8, so we have lots of options such as cat mint, lavender, rhododendrons, hellebore, and rosemary. Ground feeding birds like to hide in plants, especially close to the food.  I plunked down a large platform feeder near some shrubs so that a lot of species can share food without getting overly territorial. I keep the birdbath nearby and ice-free. I also have a heated water dish that I’ll put out if we get a serious prolonged freeze. Just remember the three things they need to survive: food, water, and shelter.


There are no critters in the above photos because well, I was stomping around taking photos. But here’s a blurry one I took from inside my office, which happens to look out at the scene. That’s a song sparrow. We also see fox sparrows, creepers, robins, flickers, Oregon juncos…


…and the rufous-sided towhee, who like to chase away the smaller competition. Luckily these bullies aren’t overly piggy and there’s enough for everyone.




Posted by: Robin Koontz | October 9, 2016

The Rejection Wins

My paternal grandmother, Zola Koontz, aka Mrs. Wilbur Koontz, was one of many mid-20th century housewives who took a stab at jingle writing contests. It is a mystery why she sent this one again under her Mrs. Husband’s name rather than her own. But in any case, she won! $25.00 in 1947 had the same buying power as $275 today. She must have been very proud and happy that her writing was recognized. I read it and winced, but hey, it won!



However, the real winner in my book was the jingle I found on the back of her winning entry, for Mounds candy.


Brilliant! My memory of this woman, who was up in years by the time I appeared on the planet, would never say DATE BAIT or encourage the eating of CHOCOLATE. She was the grumpy old woman in the big chair who barked orders at my sweet grandfather and glared at me like I was nothing but trouble, which I probably was. She was very strict in her Christian ways, hated anyone who wasn’t white, any man who didn’t shave, and any woman who didn’t wear a dress in public. So it’s great fun to read something that my grandmother wrote that was clever, creative, and even a little naughty. It makes me glad to be related to her after all.

Her only daughter was just like her mom at least during my lifetime. She sent this to me before she died. I sort of doubt auntie noticed what was on back of the winning jingle. And I wonder what grandma brilliance she burned in the fireplace?

Posted by: Robin Koontz | September 8, 2016

BUG! Publishing News

It began last October with a semi-desire to learn how to do scratchboard while tinkering with a story idea. As usual, my brain firmly resisted this new task that sounded messy, time consuming and difficult to learn. So, after buying all the materials and watching a few tutorials, I tried creating the scratchboard effect using Photoshop, something I was already familiar with and was not as messy. That’s when a little girl named Bug appeared.
But hey! What was Bug’s story? I had no idea. I decided to find out. So much for scratchboard.

Almost one year later, the story has been researched, written, rewritten, trashed, started over, rewritten, revised, tweeked, submitted, and SOLD! I’ve known about the sale for several months, but the publishing wheels tend to turn slowly and I just received the contract today. I can now announce that BUG! will be published by Sterling Publishing, tentatively in Spring 2018. The illustrator has yet to be named but the art director is pouring through portfolios. Based on the date due for the final manuscript, the 20th of this month, I’m just guessing that my work as the writer is done for now.

It is pretty ironic that a story that began with an illustration will not be illustrated by its original illustrator! But here’s the deal: I did not want to illustrate this book; I knew my style was wrong for it. In fact, I’ve written several stories in recent years that are not suitable for my style. And I have found it beneficial as a writer/illustrator to make that clear when I submit a story. Even if I think my style is right, I leave that option open and provide one or two sample illustrations. I’m not recommending that others do the same. It’s just what works for me.

Supportivbug-sketche people who suggest things such as, “Aw, you could at least try!” or “You could *simply* change your style!” (see above) or worse, “I think your style would work great; those editors don’t know what they are talking about!” are too kind and somewhat clueless as to how it all works. But it’s okay. I’ve learned to just let these well meaning folks feel that while they know better than I do, I’m obviously just too darn stubborn to pay them any mind. Everybody happy. Especially me! Woot! First picture book since 1993.


Posted by: Robin Koontz | August 14, 2016

Texting While Driving: a Writer’s Tip

We all know that sticking our nose in a device to read and answer messages while we drive is akin to driving while impaired, or worse. But safe texting while driving is something I’ve done for years.

A lot of writers talk of their routine of “Butt in Chair” (BIC) from something o’clock to whatever o’clock, period. They don’t allow themselves any break because this is their designated “writing time.” Then their walk to the park or museum, or a long, pretty drive, is their reward for time spent in that chair. It’s a discipline thing, and I get that. But isn’t that precious time often wasted? Both sitting in a chair and accomplishing nothing and later re-energizing the brain and thinking about what, recipes?

In my car, there is a pad of paper and a pen on the seat next to me. Remember paper? Pens? They are awesome inventions. I get in the car and drive. We are very fortunate to have a winding gravel road that almost nobody uses except for me and one of our neighbors, and we haven’t collided yet! Here’s a map of the six-mile route (it takes me a little longer than 16 minutes): drivehome

And here’s the view: HomeDrive

The idea is to get away from the chair for a while if you’re stuck, but don’t forget about what you’re working on. Instead, leave with an unresolved problem in your head. “Why would she say that?” “What does she do when this happens?” “What will happen next?” Getting out of the work surroundings and into a quiet place inside your head (no checking the device!) with that nagging unanswered question in mind can often lead to some interesting answers.

Some will pull over, which is a good idea if you’re not on a road like ours. Others, like me, will simply jot key words with eyes on the road, only legible to us sometimes (especially true if you’re left handed since the pad is to the right), to remind us of our brainstorms. We can worry about the details later. Plus, there is something about keeping it simple that keeps the ideas fresh. And I can’t wait to get back in that chair and write lots of words!

For instance, when writing BUG!, a picture book I recently sold (more about that later), I got in my dusty old car one day with the question, “What funny thing happens when the crickets get away?” And while I wound through the countryside, an idea popped up. I wrote “teacher” “curly hair” and “aggregate” and then laughed so hard I did have to pull over. That brainstorm even made it to the edited version of the story.

These are the happy moments in writing, and they can often happen when we make them happen, in a sneaky, tricky sorta way. Now it’s time to take a drive!




Posted by: Robin Koontz | July 28, 2016

Don’t over-pluck your picture book

If you write picture books, you know it’s a lot easier to tell your story in more words than probably anyone wants to publish. It used to be that 1,000-1,200 words was the limit. Now, it’s more like 700. Or even shorter! But that does not mean you cut all but the first 700 words of your 2,000 word story. It’s trickier than that.

One of my picture books, Why a Dog? By A. Cat was a 2,000+ word picture book manuscript that I knew had to be seriously trimmed before I could submit it to a publisher. One summer evening, apparently feeling I should be clearing out the junk in our house but wasn’t about to do that, I sat on our porch swing with that manuscript in hand. And in about thirty minutes, I cut it back to exactly 100 words. All I remember is thinking that this 100 word rhyme had all the elements of my story and could stand on its own without the rest. I soon sold it to Scholastic and it did very well. It’s still in print as an ebook.

But that kind of brutal cutting doesn’t always work. I was very lucky with that particular story that it worked so well, and so easily.  Many times when we try to cut a manuscript to the bones, as they say, we cut the entire skeleton away. We leave things that won’t survive without the underlying structure. A wonderful speaker at one of our SCBWI Oregon conferences described the problem this way (I guess she noticed most of us were women): So when you’re plucking your eyebrows, sometimes you just keep pluck pluck plucking. By the time you’re all done plucking, the essence is gone. You can paint in your brow until it grows back, but unfortunately for your over-plucked picture book, your reader can’t benefit from what isn’t there. Somehow you have to trim around the edges and leave the center, the part that shapes your story just as a brow shapes your face.

I thought about that today while I considered mowing our front yard. I refuse to call a yard in the country a *lawn* but I do get caught up in having a pretty green lawn in the spring and early summer. I mow and trim fairly regularly and my spousal unit yells “Fore!” when he walks through the short grass. But we only provide water to our vegetables, potted flowers and landscape plants, so once the rains stop, the grass dries out and turns brown. And, amazing drought-resistant flowering plants (that some call weeds) start popping up! Grass and thistle seeds are plucked by sparrows and finches, dandelion flowers are nibbled up by rabbits and chipmunks and their seedpods are snatched by swallows, and Queen Anne’s lace flowers are visited by the many kinds of bees we have living around us.

Here’s what my summer yard would look like if I kept it all mowed.

grass lawn

Here is my summer meadow when I leave it alone.


Now I better get back to letting some of my manuscript flower and go to seed while I trim carefully at the edges.






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